A Decade of Forbidden Desire

I was 27 years old at the time, divorced with two children.

My name is Sarah.

This is a story about an affair with my boss from about 10 years ago.

It all started at a company party.

I had always had a fondness for the manager, so I stayed close to him and followed him to the after-party.

The group consisted of the manager, his assistant, and me.

We were having a lively time drinking at a bar, but when the assistant started singing karaoke at the counter with the bar owner, the manager asked,

"Shall we dance?" I nodded, and we started to dance cheek to cheek.

The manager put his hand around my waist, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, intentionally pressing my lower body against his to feel his reaction through our clothes.

He was very hard.

I looked into his eyes, and he gently kissed me.

At first, it was just a light touch on the lips, but after a while, perhaps aided by the alcohol, it became a more passionate kiss with our tongues entwined, and I was getting quite excited.

"I don't want to go home tonight," I whispered in his ear.

Seeing us like that, the assistant, perhaps being considerate, said,

"Sarah, you seem drunk, so let the manager take you home!"

So, I ended up going home with the manager in a taxi.

In the taxi, he held my hand and guided it to his lap, asking,

"Are you sure about this?"

I nodded, and as I touched him, we got out near a hotel and walked in together.

Once in the room, he kissed me passionately, intertwining our tongues.

After a while, he pushed me onto the bed, lifted my skirt, and started to smell me through my light blue panties.

"Sarah, you smell so good! I can't get enough," he said as he began to pleasure me through my panties.

"Please stop! It's dirty, let me take a shower first..." I protested, but he said,

"I love this smell," and removed my panties, starting to lick me.

It was my first time experiencing this.

I've had three partners, including my ex-husband, but none had ever done this, and it was a new sensation for me.

The manager's skillful tongue made me arch my back in pleasure.

After a while, he asked,

"Sarah, did you enjoy that? Now it's your turn," and guided me into a position where we could pleasure each other.

The sounds of our mutual enjoyment filled the room, and as our excitement peaked, he said,

"Sarah, I'm going to enter you now," and started in the missionary position.

He was much larger than my ex-husband, reaching deep inside me.

After several thrusts, he pulled out, turned me over, and entered me from behind.

The pleasure was so intense that I couldn't help but cry out.

He grabbed my breasts and thrust vigorously, eventually releasing himself on my back.

Exhausted from the long session, we rested for a while, but then he suggested we shower together.

In the shower, he revived and started pleasuring me again.

The sensation was so overwhelming that I felt the urge to urinate, and he encouraged me to do so.

"Sarah, let it go!" he urged.

"No, it's embarrassing," I protested, but he didn't stop.

"Hurry, hurry," he insisted, and I finally let go.

He eagerly drank it up, and I was lost in the moment, intoxicated by his touch.

Every night, I longed for him, waiting for him to finish work so we could be together in his car.

Sometimes, after everyone else had left, I would bring him tea in his office.

I wasn't wearing anything under my skirt.

He took my hand, thanked me, and kissed me.

His hands moved to my chest and then lower.

"Sarah! You're not wearing panties!" he exclaimed, surprised but pleased.

Feeling bold, I sat on the desk and spread my legs in front of him.

He eagerly started to pleasure me again.

And then he entered me.

Another time, while waiting for him in the car, he suggested we go shopping.

He bought two bottles of juice, gave one to me, and after drinking his, he inserted the bottle into me and had me put my panties back on.

He then took me into the store, making me walk around with it inside me.

I was like his obedient servant, doing as he wished.

Walking with the bottle inside was both pleasurable and exciting, and my panties were soaked.

After walking around, he took me to a hotel, removed the bottle, and licked it clean before pleasuring me again.

We made love multiple times that night, and since the next day was a day off, we continued from morning till night.

The manager was 45 years old. He was married with children, but since he was living alone for work, we were free to be together every night.

On our days off, we spent the entire day together, and he always fulfilled my desires.

It's been 10 years since then, and I'm remarried now, but I still can't forget the times with the manager and wish to be with him once more.